Poll: Does Sexy Underwear Even Matter? Like, At All?

I admit it, I have a sexy underwear buying problem. I know Victoria. She’s told me her secrets. I have a bunch of sparkly, pretty, impractical but gorgeous matching sets of underthings. But here’s the what: No one ever sees them. Not because I am celibate and not because I don’t wear them. On the contrary, before an evening with a paramour I will spend time making sure I look as good (if not better) in my under garments as I do in my clothes.

Cut to the next morning when I wake up to find my pretty panties on my bedroom floor, (possibly still inside my pants because sometimes folks get zealous and stuff comes off all at once) and my gorgeous bra in the living room on the couch where it was left after being unhooked while my shirt was still on and ultimately torn off like a pesky lace annoyance standing between someone and breasts.

I look at this and say “Pretty!” My date looks at it and says “Whatever, stop blocking the boobs!!”

The upshot? No one saw my underwear at all. I could have been wearing pantaloons and my Super Grover t-shirt and it probably wouldn’t have affected the situation.

But I still love sexy underwear. I still feel super hot in cute matching bra and panty sets. I still wear sexy underthings when I go on dates. I still cling to the hope that one day someone will see it without me having to stage a pin-up shoot.

What about you folks? Where do you stand on the issue? Does it matter? Does the fact that it makes you feel hot matter?

I tend to wear men’s underwear because it’s comfy and it doesn’t ride up my ass. I never really liked wearing feminine undies even when I did wear them. Girly girl clothes are awkward and uncomfortable enough as it is, I don’t need to be fighting my knickers at the same time. And bras? In my size bras that FIT are a luxury, let alone finding them in a cute/sexy style or colour. I gave up on this long long ago.

Lingerie, I like it, but my boys think naked is the most stunning thing I can be. I’m not a slender toned body type either, and yet something about my moonlight colored flesh is most appealing without adornment to them. To quote the boyfriend “Your body is a wonderland but not six flags, its a 160 acre multi feature extravaganza like Disney World. Baby you’ve got fireworks at the end of the night and everything.” How can I argue with such a winning appraisal?